On a day when everything feels like    Like a giant bitter pill   Hard to swallow, hard to be polite   Am I imaginary ill?      On a day when everything feels gray   And people even dress to be   I want you to stay and walk away   I would only disagree      Until tomorrow I will   Wallow in sorrow with skill   Until tomorrow I'll be   Talking to no one but me      So you think I'm self-regarding and    Say I'm quick to take offence   So you're calling me a quibbler, well   I just call it self-defence      Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning, true   Because I don't sleep at night   You can call me vain enough for two   Call me anything you like      Until tomorrow I will   Wallow in sorrow with skill   Until tomorrow I'll be   Talking to no one but me      I know what I'd like to do now   I know what I like to do   Everything is obsolete and   I like things when they are new      Don't talk to me   Don't walk away   Don't shave my head   Don't talk to me       Until tomorrow I will   Wallow in sorrow with skill   Until tomorrow I'll be   Talking to no one but me